Post by Terran Nytefyer on Sept 4, 2005 7:46:04 GMT -5
The Dream . . .
He saw on the news . . .
He heard on the stations . . .
The devestation that came . . .
That ravaged our Nation.
The homes that were lost.
The lives that were wrecked.
The places now gone,
Wiped away like a speck.
The tears filled his eyes,
His voice caught in his throat . . .
As he watched the destruction,
Fingers glued to the remote.
After she'd gone,
Death left in her wake . . .
He clenched both his fists
And started to shake.
He saw all the bodies,
He saw all the shooting.
He saw all the hatred,
And all of the looting.
He gritted his teeth,
and cried out in anger.
He got in his car,
And drove to the danger.
He stocked up on water.
He stocked up on food.
He stocked up on love . . .
And help, he persued.
When he had arrived,
Amid all of the hell . . .
His mind just snapped,
And he started to yell.
"What's wrong with you people!?
Where the hell is your love?
Look all around you!
Can't you all rise above?
You're looting the stores,
You're shooting at cops!
You've nothing to lose,
But this needs to stop!
These people are here
To help overcome
The losses you've suffered!
Your souls have gone numb!?
The tide keeps on rising,
The food is all gone!
Do you all even care,
That this is all wrong?"
And he did look around,
And he knew he could cope . . .
When he saw crowds of people
Who were bringing in hope.
They opened their homes,
And they opened their arms.
They took in the survivors
Without fear or alarm.
They gave them all food,
They gave them all love.
They gave them all hope . . .
That they, too, could rise above.
He continued to watch,
His eyes full of tears.
Then a miracle happened . . .
Which was talked about for years.
He gathered his rage,
His hate for the storm . . .
And he gathered his love,
For the people in swarms.
He let out a howl,
A scream, and a cry . . .
It rattled the moutains,
Both far and wide.
He waved both his hands,
At the world around . . .
And he wished with all hope;
Wished for the profound.
When he opened his eyes,
The storm was not there.
Nor was there a sign,
She had ever been there.
The homes were all back.
The families all whole.
No one was looting,
And it lifted his soul.
The sky was tinted blue,
The wind was sweet soft.
The sun shone on down,
And if she'd never been lost.
The descruction was gone,
The city was fine.
The levees weren't broken . . .
Everything seemed to shine.
She had never been there.
And now, never would.
How lovely, he thought.
It's all well and good.
.
.
.
.
.
Then my eyes fluttered open,
And I realized what I'd seen.
The happy ending wasn't real . . .
It was only a dream.
Katrina had come.
She had destroyed half the coast.
She had wiped out some families.
She had killed most of our hope.
Fathers still wept,
And Mothers still cried.
They cried for their children . . .
The ones who had died.
They cried for their homes,
They cried for their friends.
"How can we survive?
When will it end?"
But there were still those
Who brought with them hope.
That dream came true . . .
We all need to cope.
We all need to love,
We all need to sing.
We all need to help.
We all need to see . . .
That we are in this together . . .
Every single one.
Whether we've lost . . .
Or whether we've won.
This will change our lives . . .
For years to come.
And as you live through it . . .
Remember this rule, one:
Reach out your hearts . . .
And reach out your love.
Together, we'll do this . . .
We shall ALL overcome.
Written: 09-04-05
Copyright: Terran Nytefyer
He saw on the news . . .
He heard on the stations . . .
The devestation that came . . .
That ravaged our Nation.
The homes that were lost.
The lives that were wrecked.
The places now gone,
Wiped away like a speck.
The tears filled his eyes,
His voice caught in his throat . . .
As he watched the destruction,
Fingers glued to the remote.
After she'd gone,
Death left in her wake . . .
He clenched both his fists
And started to shake.
He saw all the bodies,
He saw all the shooting.
He saw all the hatred,
And all of the looting.
He gritted his teeth,
and cried out in anger.
He got in his car,
And drove to the danger.
He stocked up on water.
He stocked up on food.
He stocked up on love . . .
And help, he persued.
When he had arrived,
Amid all of the hell . . .
His mind just snapped,
And he started to yell.
"What's wrong with you people!?
Where the hell is your love?
Look all around you!
Can't you all rise above?
You're looting the stores,
You're shooting at cops!
You've nothing to lose,
But this needs to stop!
These people are here
To help overcome
The losses you've suffered!
Your souls have gone numb!?
The tide keeps on rising,
The food is all gone!
Do you all even care,
That this is all wrong?"
And he did look around,
And he knew he could cope . . .
When he saw crowds of people
Who were bringing in hope.
They opened their homes,
And they opened their arms.
They took in the survivors
Without fear or alarm.
They gave them all food,
They gave them all love.
They gave them all hope . . .
That they, too, could rise above.
He continued to watch,
His eyes full of tears.
Then a miracle happened . . .
Which was talked about for years.
He gathered his rage,
His hate for the storm . . .
And he gathered his love,
For the people in swarms.
He let out a howl,
A scream, and a cry . . .
It rattled the moutains,
Both far and wide.
He waved both his hands,
At the world around . . .
And he wished with all hope;
Wished for the profound.
When he opened his eyes,
The storm was not there.
Nor was there a sign,
She had ever been there.
The homes were all back.
The families all whole.
No one was looting,
And it lifted his soul.
The sky was tinted blue,
The wind was sweet soft.
The sun shone on down,
And if she'd never been lost.
The descruction was gone,
The city was fine.
The levees weren't broken . . .
Everything seemed to shine.
She had never been there.
And now, never would.
How lovely, he thought.
It's all well and good.
.
.
.
.
.
Then my eyes fluttered open,
And I realized what I'd seen.
The happy ending wasn't real . . .
It was only a dream.
Katrina had come.
She had destroyed half the coast.
She had wiped out some families.
She had killed most of our hope.
Fathers still wept,
And Mothers still cried.
They cried for their children . . .
The ones who had died.
They cried for their homes,
They cried for their friends.
"How can we survive?
When will it end?"
But there were still those
Who brought with them hope.
That dream came true . . .
We all need to cope.
We all need to love,
We all need to sing.
We all need to help.
We all need to see . . .
That we are in this together . . .
Every single one.
Whether we've lost . . .
Or whether we've won.
This will change our lives . . .
For years to come.
And as you live through it . . .
Remember this rule, one:
Reach out your hearts . . .
And reach out your love.
Together, we'll do this . . .
We shall ALL overcome.
Written: 09-04-05
Copyright: Terran Nytefyer